Lianxian

Time flies like an arrow!That's what I often sighed when I lived a leisurely life in the world.It has been the eighth year since I came here. It is good to stay away from the hustle and bustle of the world and the temptation of the world of mortals, but I have not yet adapted to the damp, hunger, cold and deathly silence of the underworld. Eight years seem to have passed eight years. centuries long.Although a few inexplicable howls and occasional flashes of phosphorescence can be heard from time to time.

Eight years ago, I ended my 54-year-old life. I turned into a wisp of smoke amidst the lament of "it's a pity", and left the bustling world and came to the current underworld.Today, eight years later, I finally understand what true love is.The true love is not the hugs and hugs when you are in power, and the tea is cold when people go away; the true love is not how many gifts you get, because they got more; the true love is not sweet words.The friendship between gentlemen is as light as water, a congratulation on a birthday, a greeting on a festival, sharing happy events with you, and telling you when you are worried, this is true love.

Friends from the rivers and lakes who once patted their chests and swore to be brothers to death, none of them have come to see me during the eight years since I passed away.Only one Confucian businessman, who has never had any promises, is always the first to come to my tombstone every year on Ching Ming Festival, light a cigarette for me, pour a glass of wine, and spread out a cup of wine. The big bowl of pork with dried plums and vegetables, which I loved most during my lifetime, stood there silently with me all day long, and it hasn't dropped once in eight years.

Today is not Qingming, why did he come so early in the morning?I have a sense of foreboding.He lit a cigarette for me with slightly trembling hands, without chewing for a while.When he lit the second cigarette for me, he said, "Zhu Ju, you are used to lively people, you must be lonely in the ground now!" My heart skipped a beat, suddenly.Qiang cheered up and smiled and said: "I'm not lonely, those ginseng babies of yours are naughty, they will sneak over to play with me almost every now and then. Their usual trick is to tickle me with their long ginseng whiskers, and then Laughing and walking away. I watched their "size" grow taller day by day, their "waist circumference" became thicker day by day, their "body odor" became thicker day by day, and their ginseng beards became more luxuriant day by day. I'm happy for you." At this point, he burst into tears with a "wow", the cry was like a shocking thunderclap tearing the sky, shaking the ground like a mountain roaring tsunami.Downpours of tears seeped through the layers of dirt and dripped down at my feet.

It turned out that the once-in-a-hundred-year flood in Heilongjiang swept away the ginseng he could harvest next year.In order to repay the debt, three years ago, with the support of his friends, he, a weak scholar, dragged his bruised body and clutched his bleeding heart, left Shanghai, and broke into the forest of Heilongjiang alone. A ginseng field was formed on the gentle slope of the mountain.Set up a greenhouse, sow, weed, and fertilize a piece of ginseng.He drinks heavenly water, eats canned food and dry food, and sleeps in a house supported by tree trunks. The flashlight is his only light at night.For three years, he was accompanied by wind, rain, insects, and grass. He saw the white and plump ginsengs "full of wings", but they were wiped out by the raging flood in one night and in an instant. Do not make people extremely sad.The big ones that fell were not colorless tears, but red blood! "The sky has no eyes!" I knelt on the ground, stretched out my hands, and sighed up to the sky.The mournful sigh broke through the layers of loess, and it shot straight into the sky like a bow that has been taken off the arrow.Ask the heaven, do you know that what you swept away was a life-saving straw, and what you drowned was a spark of fire?During the Ching Ming Festival this year, he told me that a ginseng field will bring him considerable income next year. He already plans to use this money to pay off his debts and use the extra money to make a comeback.

Isn't it said that good people are rewarded with good things?He is such a nice guy.After returning from studying in Japan, he plunged into the disposal of garbage in our country with a passion.I still clearly remember what I said to him when we met for the first time: "People in this circle are trying to get out, you are still stupid to come in, can't you do other things if you have money?" He was angry He replied, "Try it!"

To be honest, the technology, ideas, and especially the feasibility report he brought back from Japan can be said to be impeccable.The bureaucracy of the government, the corruption of the supervisor, and his simplicity, a very good project died after 3 years of support.If he had been more "sophisticated", if I had given him more support, and if the relevant departments had been more kind, he would not have fallen to where he is today.Every time I think of this, I regret it.At the beginning, it was purely out of sympathy that he gave him a certain amount of help, which was really insignificant compared with other companies.It is this little effort that he never forgets until today.

A bad start cost him his girlfriend of five years.

With his talent and personality, he soon received a job as the general agent of Japanese products in China.He is down-to-earth and conscientiously cultivating the new world of entrepreneurship. After 4 years of hard work, this product has finally been recognized by Chinese experts and has the right to recommend this product at the work conference of the Ministry of Agriculture. In the 4th year, a book was published, and he was twice a representative of the overseas returnees On CCTV.Just as the company was about to enter a period of turning losses into profits, a piece of bad news came.Because the inventor of this product did something inconsistent with his professor status in our country, he was listed as an unwelcome person by our government.The promotion of the product in our country has also been entangled because of this, and successfully passed him by again.

Frustrated by misfortune, he sold the property his parents had given him.

The persistence of "nerd" is fully reflected in him.His tragedy spread among his circle of friends, and the news reached Japan.

When he was extremely depressed, a famous Japanese health care product company approached him.A new concept of health care products quickly became famous all over the country under his operation, and agents came in droves.Seeing that the previous investment was about to be recovered, on March 2011, 3, the tsunami caused a nuclear leak at the Fukushima Nuclear Power Plant in Japan, and the severity of the incident was the highest level 11.And the origin of this health care product is just around Fukushima.He was in extreme misfortune because of his bad luck.

As a result of his ill-fated life, he was in debt to his friends.

Having lost his car, house, and girlfriend but was in debt, he had no choice but to enter the barren mountains of Heilongjiang.

"Zhu Ju, I'm tired, and I don't have the face to face the friend who lent me money. I want to accompany you." His words brought me back from my memory. "I did something wrong. I chose this road of no return in order to escape legal sanctions." I looked very calm, "You really read a lot. The world below has no lights, no communications, and more Without a specific house number, even if you are here, it is impossible for us to contact and meet each other!"

He stood there dumbfounded, like a living sculpture.

Can those entrepreneurs who have received my great help and are now well-dressed and haloed can hear my cry for help from the underworld?Save him, save those young entrepreneurs who follow the rules, and let "good people get rewarded" truly become the true meaning of the world!

At the same time, I also want to tell the government not to fool them into starting businesses without adequate preparation just because they are incapable of creating more jobs for young people.

People in official positions listen up, it is best to stay away from businessmen. "No business, no adultery" is a truth that I have realized most deeply in the eight years since my death.Only a "pure heart" can sit in the seat for a long time, and only a "few desires" can resist the temptation of businessmen.

Time flies like an arrow!That's what I often sighed when I lived a leisurely life in the world.It has been the eighth year since I came here. It is good to stay away from the hustle and bustle of the world and the temptation of the world of mortals, but I have not yet adapted to the damp, hunger, cold and deathly silence of the underworld. Eight years seem to have passed eight years. centuries long.Although a few inexplicable howls and occasional flashes of phosphorescence can be heard from time to time.

Eight years ago, I ended my 54-year-old life. I turned into a wisp of smoke amidst the lament of "it's a pity", and left the bustling world and came to the current underworld.Today, eight years later, I finally understand what true love is.The true love is not the hugs and hugs when you are in power, and the tea is cold when people go away; the true love is not how many gifts you get, because they got more; the true love is not sweet words.The friendship between gentlemen is as light as water, a congratulation on a birthday, a greeting on a festival, sharing happy events with you, and telling you when you are worried, this is true love.

Friends from the rivers and lakes who once patted their chests and swore to be brothers to death, none of them have come to see me during the eight years since I passed away.Only one Confucian businessman, who has never had any promises, is always the first to come to my tombstone every year on Ching Ming Festival, light a cigarette for me, pour a glass of wine, and spread out a cup of wine. The big bowl of pork with dried plums and vegetables, which I loved most during my lifetime, stood there silently with me all day long, and it hasn't dropped once in eight years.

Today is not Qingming, why did he come so early in the morning?I have a sense of foreboding.He lit a cigarette for me with slightly trembling hands, without chewing for a while.When he lit the second cigarette for me, he said, "Zhu Ju, you are used to lively people, you must be lonely in the ground now!" My heart skipped a beat, suddenly.Qiang cheered up and smiled and said: "I'm not lonely, those ginseng babies of yours are naughty, they will sneak over to play with me almost every now and then. Their usual trick is to tickle me with their long ginseng whiskers, and then Laughing and walking away. I watched their "size" grow taller day by day, their "waist circumference" became thicker day by day, their "body odor" became thicker day by day, and their ginseng beards became more luxuriant day by day. I'm happy for you." At this point, he burst into tears with a "wow", the cry was like a shocking thunderclap tearing the sky, shaking the ground like a mountain roaring tsunami.Downpours of tears seeped through the layers of dirt and dripped down at my feet.